Serial Killa

Six million ways to die, choose one It's time to escape, but I don't know where the fuck I'm headed Up or down, right or left, life or death I see myself in a mist of smoke Death becomes any nigga that takes me for a joke We hit a five dollar stick, now we putting in work Unaccountable amounts of dirt, death becomes all niggas Anybody killer, you know what the deal is Nigga, you know what the real is I see some mark brand niggas on the corner flagging me down Saying, "Yo Daz, what's up with the Pound? Is that nigga Snoop alright? Ayo what's up with the crew? Is them niggas in jail, or are them niggas through?" I said, if you ain't up on thangs Snoop Dogg is the name, Dogg Pound's the game It's like this they don't understand It's an everyday thang, to gang-bang Make that twist, don't be a bitch, let these niggas know What's up with you? I represent the Pound and Death Row And can't no other motherfucker in L.A. Or Long Beach And Compton, and Watts, see D-O-G's Now, you can't come and you can't run And you can't see law to the G's of the game One gun is all that we need, to put you to rest (pump, pump) Put two slugs dead in your chest Now you dead than a motherfucker, creepin' and sleepin' Six feet deep in, fuckin' with the Pound is Suicide, it's a suicide Suicide, it's a suicide Suicide, it's a suicide Suicide, it's a suicide The cloud becomes black, and the sky becomes blue Now you in the midst of the Dogg Pound crew Ain't no clue, on why the fuck we do what we do Leave you in a state of paranoia, ooh Don't make a move for your gat so soon 'Cause I drops bombs like Platoon (hey nigga) Walk with me, hold my hand and let me lead you I'll take you on a journey, and I promise I won't leave you (I won't leave you) until you get the full comprehension And when you do, that's when the mission Or survival, becomes your every thought Keep your eyes open, 'cause you don't wanna be caught Half steppin' with your weapon on safety Now break yourself motherfucker 'fore you make me Take this 211 to another level I come up with your ends, you go down with the devil Now roam through the depths of hell Where the rest your buster-ass homeboys dwell, well Suicide, it's a suicide Suicide, it's a suicide Suicide, it's a suicide Now tell me, what's my motherfuckin' name Serial killa, serial killa, serial killa (Wake up in the morning, eat your Lucky Charms cereal) Deep, deep like the mines of Minolta, now picture this Let's picnic inside a morgue Not pic-a-nic baskets, pic-a-nic caskets And I got the machine to cracks your fucking chest plates Open and release them guts Then I release def cuts Brutal, jagged edged, totally ruff-neck Now everybody scream 'nough respect to the X 'Nough respect given Disrespect and you will not be living Word to momma, Emma, drama, dilemma Suicide, it's a suicide Suicide, it's a suicide Suicide, it's a suicide Now tell me, what's my motherfucking name Serial killa, serial killa, serial killa (Wake up in the morning, eat your Lucky Charms cereal) --- Serial Killa - Snoop Dogg, The D.O.C., RBX and Tha Dogg Pound